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The night is a forbidden landscape, Strange obsidian fruit of Diana Moon Goddess The savage logic of man no longer masks Her Away from civilization Night is still a mythological entity Free and I shall celebrate, Reveling in the Spirit of the Huntress Yet untamed by man. . .
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In the days of white words like roses paled of their scent She followed him An acolyte of promises left unspoken upon his fevered brow Cool hands. . . . . dusky lips falling together into the depths He lured as Euridice And she . . . Eyes, never again to gaze upon the xanthous sun..... Yemoja
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